Archangel Alexander Novels & Stories

"Archangel of Mercy, take these Cursebane Pills into the 18th Hell. Question Aryella and Asketel. Find out what Sylvester and the High Marshal are plotting. Get everything." "As you command." The Archangel of Mercy was thrilled. The 18th Hell wasn't somewhere one could just stroll into. Even for an Archangel, access was rare—let alone meeting the infamous demons, Aryella and Asketel. However, the moment she stepped past the gate, a wave of murderous intent engulfed her. "Who's there?" The Archangel of Mercy went on full alert. When she saw the figure step from the shadows, she quickly bowed. "Mr. Barstaple, I am the Archangel of Mercy, one of the nine Archangels. I was sent to deliver the Cu

Rachel said and took a step backwards as if I burnt her. "Her words got to me, Chel" I said while looking at the ground. "When you already fucking know that she will try to make you feel like shit, then why do you go?" She sneered in anger. "You're cutting yourself! Do you realize how sick it sounds?" she said and I could see her eyes becoming watery. "I don't wanna lose you like this, Angel!" she sobbed and I wrapped my arms around her. Ally hugged both of us.

' As Drake ran from the forest, someone was calling his name from his mind. 'Help. . . don't let them kill you,' an angelic voice lingers in his ear. 'I can't take this any longer.' Drake knitted his forehead as he roamed around the forest. He called his Beta and asked for a favor. 'Dillon, kindly look for that unwanted Luna in the maid's quarter and report to me immediately,' he ordered coldly. 'I was just about to tell you about her, Alpha. Emily was gone in her room, no traces of her,' his Beta answered.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

I lowered my face and started munching on my salads. " Alpha has returned back with Bella and sir Logan. I also heard from one of the bodyguards that Alpha has brought back his lost friend,"Sir Rubex replied, making stop eating. If there's an angel, I would say sir Rubex is one of them. " Oh thank you for answering my question, sir Rubex unlike someone who is rude as hell." Giving a side glance to Michael I smirked mocking him. He puts down his knife and fork before grabbing my wrist. " What are you doing?"

---Mathias--- Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are ro

"Ego Bastiana consecro et benedico istum circulum per nomine Dei Altissimi, in hec scripta, ut sit mihi et omnibus scutum et protectio Dei Fortissimi, Elohim Invictus, protestatis gerum contra hexes spiritus. In nomine Dei Patres, Dei Felii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti, Amen!" After Elena recited her witch chants in Latin, the strong and cold wind suddenly stopped and at the same time, the blazing fire in the candles died. Elena fainted blood and she accidentally dropped the cauldron that she was holding. I was cursing in my mind when I saw Elena slowly lose her balance causing her body to fall on the floor, she's unconscious.

Rex’s eyes flashed. “It is now.” The air rippled. Power surged from him—not wild, not uncontrolled, but exact. Ancient. The symbols carved into the chamber floor ignited, glowing beneath his boots. Ash’s head snapped toward him. “Rex—” But it was too late. Rex extended his hand and pressed his palm to the center symbol. “I, Rex Kaelen Thorn, Alpha of Blackthorn, invoke Blood-Bound Sanctuary.” The room gasped. That law hadn’t been spoken in over a century.

"I want to speak to Alexander Goldman, right now! Get him on the phone." "If you want to speak to him, you're going to need a medium," the lad said, a smug smile playing about his lips. "He's dead?" Angelica took a deep breath. She'd had a good relationship with Alexander and thought she had no personal feelings about him, it was still a shock to hear of his passing. "Well, I want to talk to the Alpha Prime of Moonvale." "You are," he said. His smug grin was sickening. She wanted to tear his heart out of his chest. Claw at his horrid face.

He turns his face into my hair, breathing me in. We're all silent for a long moment, the weight of Jake's words pressing down on us like a burial shroud. I can't hold it in anymore. "I... I need to tell you something," I say, my voice trembling. Everyone turns to look at me. Azren's tired eyes focus on my face. "What is it, Angel?" I swallow hard. "This morning, while you were sleeping... I met with Finn. The guy from the Werewolf Corps. He contacted me and asked to talk. I went because... because I was scared for you."